Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.